Authors note: I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry I didn't update sooner. I spent the whole extra long weekend with my Un-Twin Krystin at out Graffiti Palace (the place that's 30-minute walk from my house under the bridge with lots of really kool graffiti on it!

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Mel Swirls!

A Hatter in Otherland

Chapter 7: My Stupid, Worthless Family

Hatter looked at my quizzically, but I didn't feel like I wanted to care. I could still feel the smoke filling my lungs, and it was a frigging dream! I wanted to scream but I doubt my voice would be up for the challenge. It even hurt to talk.

I slipped out of bed and looked in the mirror. My hair was a disaster area, my lips were a little swollen, my cheeks were red and all in all, I looked like I had a stupid cold. "I don't feel to well. Can you get my Grandmother for me?" I asked Hatter as I slipped back into bed. I wasn't facing the world today. Actually, I don't plan on facing food, or people or anything today.

Tarrant nodded and walked/skipped out of the room. My throat began to burn. I was definitely sick. I promised myself that I wouldn't leave this room, unless it was to use the bathroom, once until tomorrow.

My Grandmother slipped in the room with a worry written all over her face. "Oh dear. Melicia, I really wish you weren't sick right now." I raised my head and realized Hatter hadn't come back yet. Something was wrong.

"Why shouldn't I be sick?" I asked skeptically. I really didn't want to deal with anyone or anything that couldn't comprehend that I don't like people when I'm sick. "Because you Mother, Father and Zen are coming to meet your fiancé." She said softly and while looking at the ground.

I shot up straight and jumped out of bed. "When are they going to be here?" I asked. I didn't want Echo to be here. I didn't want to hurt him by seeing them. I didn't want Hatter to be hurt by not being able to please my mother. "They should be here any moment." She said sadly.

This got me out of bed. I jumped up and ran towards my dresser while screaming; "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!" repetitively.

I got dressed in faded pink skinny jeans and a long sleeve pink shirt. I was excruciatingly worried about how they would react to Hatter and Echo and Grams. "And You" My mind added silently. I almost forgot about that brat.

I walked out of the room and took note that Echo was eating some toast beside a Hatter wearing the close we bought yesterday, except he added his hat, which was perched on his head.

I kissed Hatter on the cheek and smiled at Echo. My throat was still killing me but I forgot about my fever because something else was burning inside of me. It was cold and dark and miserable. It was something called hate.

I sat down next to Hatter and tried to keep a normal conversation going. My grandmother was making more tea for Hatter but I kept pushing my glasses further up my nose. I was worried to an extent that I might lose my hair.

I hear a slight tapping on the door. My heart dropped and hit the ground. Hatter smiled and I gave Echo one of my world famous I'm-not-doing-it-so-you-better-do-it-or-one-of-us-will-get-in-trouble-and-it-wont-be-me looks. He sighed and opened the door with a completely fake smile on his face.

"Hi Jezebel, Zen, John." He said coldly but with that same smile plastered on his face. I was surprised with the guts he had to call them their names to their faces. "I swear to god if you try anything funny on me you frigging faggot, I will beat the living daylights out of you." My dad said as he pushed passed Echo and starred at me with eternal hate burning in his eyes. "So where's my little whore and her so called fiancé?" He asked in an arrogant tone. I was about to throw a piece of Hatter's toast at him, but Hatter wouldn't let me have any. "I'm right here, dad." I called in a fake happy tone. He looked me up and down and I starred at him.

He was still a tall man, but his normally light brown hair was graying and balding. His eyes were still that annoying grey colour they always were. He hadn't changed a bit.

My mother looked around the same as she did. She still had the hazel eyes and solid black hair I have. She looked shorter and a little bit plumber then she did before.

Zen was still short and preppy. She had dad's light brown hair that she always cut at her shoulders. She had the same hazel eyes as I did, but she was wearing a red jean miniskirt with stilettos and a red mini skirt. I guess in the few years I haven't seen my sister she's become a whore cheerleader. Great, her and Lore can hang out so I can have to annoying ass holes off my back.

"He's the guy you want to marry?" Zen said as she took a step forward. I really hoped she wasn't going to flirt with her like Lore did, since that was disturbing for both the hatter and me. "Your daughter isn't a whore sir, and I'd prefer if you didn't say things like that." He said in his Scottish brogue. I tried my best not to giggle at my dad's face.

"You're marrying a Scott? You know how I feel about them." Oh so un-top of being a homophobe and sexist, he's also racist. This is something I didn't know about my father. "Yeah. This is him, alright. Tarrant meet them. Them meet Tarrant." I say quickly and arrogantly, trying to mimic my father's tone so he can't get angry with me.

My dad frowned and my mom decided it was time to bless us with her voice. "Mother told me he was a hatter of some sort. I didn't know they still existed. I thought they died out with the Victorian era." She said in her annoying know it all voice. I felt like either running away and crawling back into bed so I could avoid this conversation with my parents or punching her in the face.

The Hatter's eyes were red for a bit, then they turned yellow and then they went back to green. "Yes I am hatter. I made this hat actually." He said as he took of his hat and passed it to my dad.

My father took the hat, threw it on the floor and stomped on it.

Yep, this was going just fine.

Authors note: That's all I have time for tonight! I'll try my best to update again tomorrow but no guarantee! Please Review!

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Mel Swirls!